Casualties
So many wars,
fought on beliefs,
on the things we tell ourselves
more than the reality,
fought in ways that leave no prisoners,
only casualties
that are far more real
than the reasons for war.
About this poem
We hurt ourselves. We hurt others. Based on what we believe more than what is real. Terrible, and true.
The picture was taken at the Marine Museum in Quantico, Va.
Tom
